This is a song about "Left"

Take the exit, the nearest left

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

'till there's nothin' left.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Promises that had us left assured

They say he the key to my blessings

And i'm left for the corrections,

She knows you masturbate left handed

Every day was a saturday, shit

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Take away what ever's left